THE METAMORA MOON : A POEM BY METAMORA PATTER

Metamora Patter


THE METAMORA MOON

The moon above thinks not of love,
Thinks not of lovers tender.
It has not thought nor should it ought
It but reveals God's splendor.

The moonlit night, the stars so bright
Do not control a man.
The awful thought that man's robot
But helps the devil stand.

The moon's soft light, shines through the night
To make us all aware.
Of God's great power in darkest hour.
That's why he placed it there.

Written by Pat in 1974